Welcome puppet, to the world's stage
Where chicanery's all the rage
Trust nothing through those great concealers
Your ears, seers, tongue, nose and feelers
The baffled brain an answer craves
Let's then roam those crowded waves
In the wide band 'twixt fact and fiction
Mental shortcuts have jurisdiction
In a world where the knowing's easy
Yet understanding makes one queasy
Mystery leads to a great affliction
of strengthening one's wrong conviction
Human faces lie, deceive
With the various masks they weave
Masked personas for all actors
Whose thoughts and feelings make strange attractors
Those masks we wear are oft a proxy
Due to weakness, lack of moxie
Anger for uncertainty, laughter for docility
Calmness for duplicity, affection for hostility
Labor now amongst the wretched
Compose a picture on the sketchpad
A picture true without a lie
Conspiracies will surely die
But humans are a fickle sort
Facts and figures, a last resort
Why spend time to mull and think
When bias and prejudice forge a link?
